wouldnât completely surprise me.
âAn angel
investor.
She funds start-up companies in England. Or maybe Iâll start a think tank. I like to be in charge. Iâm very bossy.â
I laughed. âYou think?â
âAdmit it!â she ordered.
âOkay, okay, I admit it! Donât fire me!â
âI wonât, as long as you always do exactly what I say.â
âYes, boss. I knowâyouâre the next Thomas Edison. Youâll found a new Menlo Park.â
She shook her head. âDidnât Edison invent the lightbulb and the phonograph? Iâm not really an inventor myself.â
âActually, there already was a lightbulbâEdison just improved it. His big thing was hiring other inventors and telling them what to doâlike Tesla.â
âOh, okay. Iâll start an idea incubator. What about youâwhat do you want to do?â
âI donât know. Everybody in my family is a scientist, but I donât think I have the patience and discipline for it, and I donât have the grades, either. Iâm much better at coming up with crazy, out-there ideas.â
âThatâs perfect,â said Jaya. âYou can come work for me in my idea incubator.â
âOkay. What ideas are we incubating?â
She considered. âIâll hire the best engineer in the country to come up with a way to stop earbud wires from tying themselves in knots. That would be a real service to humanity.â
âOh, thatâs easy,â I said. âMake them wireless.â
âOkay. Then Iâll hire the best engineer in the country to find lost wireless earbuds.â
âI see your point,â I said.
âYou know what else Iâd like? A hands-free umbrella. Itâs pretty much impossible to hold an umbrella and open a door at the same time without dropping your cell phone. Sticking the umbrella under your chin just dumps water down your shoulder.â
âIâve seen umbrella hats,â I said. âLike a sunshade, only bigger.â
She shook her head. âNo good. Youâd poke out peopleâs eyes. Everybody would have to wear goggles. And goggles would get all steamed up in the rain. No, the solution has to involve some kind of force field.â
âI wonder if you could repel the raindrops ultrasonically?â I mused, tugging at my hair. âOr break them up before they hit you.â
âNow youâre thinking,â she said.
Something banged in the pneumatic pipes. With a scudding thump, a pneum fell into the basket.
Jaya jumped up. âHere, want to run your first slip?â She pulled it out of the pneum and handed it to me.
I unfolded it and read, â
V T 746.12 S53. Niddy noddy. Oak. Massachusetts, 1780s
. What the quark is a niddy noddy?â
Jaya laughed. âItâs a handheld spinnerâs weasel. Donât you even know
that
?â
âNow I do,â I said. âWhatâs a spinnerâs weasel? And donât say an un-handheld niddy noddy.â
âOkay, I wonât. Go fetch! The 740s are that way.â Jaya pointed to the left. She got a book out of her backpack and started to read.
I walked past rows of closed cabinets and open shelves, scanning the numbers on the ends.
The niddy noddy turned out to be a wooden stick the length of my forearm, with two shorter sticks attached at the ends at right angles. The wood was smooth and dark, as if generations of hands had worn it down.
âFound it?â asked Jaya when I got back.
âI think so. But I still donât know what it is.â
âIâll show you.â She took it and waved it around in front of her.
âItâs for rowing boats?â I asked.
âNo, silly, itâs for winding yarn.â
âOh! Obviously,â I said. âWhy is someone borrowing it?â
âTo wind yarn, I would think,â said Jaya, handing it back. âInitial the call slip and